15/06/2026
A LIFE OF GRACE, PURPOSE, AND SERVICE
16.06 IS MY BIRTHDAY
According to my parents, it was in the early hours of a Tuesday, June 16, that the joy of my arrival into this world was heralded after nine months of living in the safe embrace of my mother's womb.
According to my mother, my birth was not stressful. I was quite a big baby, although there was no scale available at the time to weigh me. The joy surrounding my birth was immense because I was the third son born to my father, who himself was the only son in his family.
I was not yellow in complexion but chocolate-skinned, with curly hair crowning my little head. The owner of the hospital did not collect any payment for my delivery. I never truly knew the reason behind that act of kindness. Perhaps my parents simply saw it as support during a significant moment in their lives. However, today, I see it as a revelation—a sign of the kind of life I am called to live: a life of service, generosity, open hands, and an open heart.
I once read that people born in the month of June are kind-hearted, and I appreciate that description.
I am 60% introvert and 40% extrovert. My extroverted side was honed through leadership. I am melancholic and phlegmatic by temperament, and I create some of my best ideas in quiet moments. I am easy-going yet thoughtful and calculative in my decisions. I achieve greatness through intellect, engagement, and intentional action.
Many have described me with different adjectives; however, God knows who I truly am.
Coming from a simple Christian background, I love God and people. The wisdom and values instilled in me by my parents remain my guiding principles. I mention my mother first because her proverbs and riddles continue to inspire me to achieve much, even when I have little. Through my parents, I learned that greatness is born through endurance.
My life has been enriched by the selfless support of many people, and I have chosen to embrace and extend that same grace. Many gave me their beds and chose to sleep on the floor so that I could rest—my parents, my siblings, my foster family, my friends, and even my sons. Their sacrifices have shaped me in ways words cannot fully express.
Over the years, I have been called by many titles: Father Abraham, Magic Finger, Trailblazer, and Golden Pen. While these names are endearing, they are merely reflections of the impact others have seen in me.
I live by setting goals and continually working on myself. I enlarge my roof because I know someone may someday need shelter beneath it. I keep spares because someone may need warmth. I strive to live beyond myself.
I am a Chaplain, and I understand what that calling means. Therefore, I am not concerned with how others define me. I am a Social Worker, privileged to stand with the vulnerable and advocate for those who often have no voice. I am a Pastor, caring not only for people's minds but for their souls. I am a leader, and one of the sweetest parts of leadership is raising others and watching them grow into their potential.
Once again, June 16 has arrived with countless memories. I thank God, the Creator who has directed and sustained my life. I remain a Work in Progress (WIP). God is not finished with me because He still has a purpose for my life.
As I celebrate the Giver of Life, I acknowledge that I owe Him my life, my journey, and my ways.
Join me as I celebrate God's faithfulness, His grace, and the gift of another year. The best chapters of my story are still being written.
